When Wyatt Left
Wyatt returned home alone. He had been spotted the night before, pressed against the neighbor’s window, and then unexpectedly inside. When starfish separate from the sea they die. When Wyatt left I submerged myself in nighttime trees, practiced parakeet, and learned to sway.
I woke on a bed of nails again
Through spider walks and stoic canals
Broken down docks and barnacles
Thunderstorms and fog
Days like this remind me of
Trees filled with Mangos
Chartreuse and ruby red
And how we would wait
For their fruit to drop
Like stars or water balloonsOr the last firecracker
Keleigh Ferguson is a native of southern Florida. She currently resides is California where she teaches English and writing to middle and high school students.